Hoseok's Bride

Chapter 9

~Jiyeon~

I squealed, clapping my hands before dropping them and gripping the balcony. The house Hoseok rented for the next week was big and beautiful. I'd love to live in a house like this, of course, there's nothing wrong with Hoseok's house in Seoul but this place was near the beach and the breeze is just great.

"It's beautiful!" I grinned, stomping my feet on the wooden floor excitedly as I watched the waves crashing on the shore. The wind blew against my face and I titled my head back and smiled. When was the last time I was this happy and free? I don't even remember.

That's when I felt Hoseok's body behind me as he caged me in with his hands resting on either side of mine on the balcony railing. I held my breath.

Hoseok dropped his head down, his lips at my ear, "Wash up and get ready. Let's have a look around the area."

I nodded, stiffly. 

"Aren't you going to get ready?"

"I...can't exactly move," I said, squirming, eyes not on him. When Hoseok didn't say anything, I turned around and looked up at him. It's still hard to believe how tall he was in person...or maybe it's because I'm short.

His eyes were on the beach and after I turned around, his eyes dropped to mine. We stared at each other for what seems like ages before I said, "Uh...do you want me to get ready or not?"

I wasn't used to looking at Hoseok at all. I don't think I will ever be because he is a celebrity who everyone wants to be around. Then again Hoseok doesn't even act like a celebrity at all, except for when he's in public or something. I also notice that Hoseok spend his money the way he likes it and that's pretty normal since any human being also does that too. He has expensive things but he doesn't brag about them in front of me. Hoseok laughs, talks and get angry just like any normal person would to the point where it's hard to imagine that he's really famous. At times, I forget it too... just thinking that I got lucky to have someone as perfect as he is in my life, even if it's not for long.

He didn't move but his eyes went towards the beach again and a smile tugged at his lips, "Yeah."

"Move," I mumbled, pressing my palms flat against his chest, shoving him away. He didn't move at all. My face starting heating up when I could see how close we were to each other. Since when did I start feeling...comfortable around this person? I hardly saw him during the last two weeks and yet, it's like I've been with him forever. He really is the only person who can make me comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time.

Hoseok chuckled and took a step back for me. "Get ready."

"Aren't you getting ready?" I asked him.

"Women tend to take forever to get ready," he told me. "I'll let you shower first."

I scowled at that before walking inside the house. After I grabbed my suitcase, I looked over my shoulder and saw Hoseok leaning with his arms on the balcony railing, eyes somewhere. He looked like a beautiful picture you can frame in your room...just standing there and not doing anything. It's a shame I can't take a picture of him like this.

I walked towards my room with a thought in mind: Like damn, I must have saved a few countries in my past life to be able to marry him even if it's only for three years. I mean, who else would be this lucky right?

***

I stepped out of the room when Hoseok called for me to come out. I was wearing a pretty floral off-shoulder dress with a pair of sandals with pretty beads on them. I saw Hoseok wearing a long dark green sleeved sweater shirt and ripped black denim jeans. He looked good as always. Then again, Hoseok will look good in anything so the problem is me. I need to look good standing next to him or else people will talk badly of him.